A Light Heart Lives Long.

Set Your Heart At Rest. The Fairyland Buys Not The Child Of Me.

However Wickedness Outstrips Men, It Has No Wings To Fly From God.

Did My Heart Love Till Now? Forswear It, Sight! For I Ne'er Saw True Beauty Till This Night.

Let Me Confess That We Two Must Be Twain, Although Our Undivided Loves Are One.

My Love Is Thaw'd; Which, Like A Waxen Image 'gainst A Fire, Bears No Impression Of The Thing It Was